The party had survived countless attacks and intrigues, and even wrested a powerful blademaster and mercenary from their respective nests, but now the Dark Lady of Spiders has demanded something else.
She was aware of the existence of something special in Phlan. She had seen one of them, once before, twisted for a new and darker purpose. Now, in the rise of something unexpected, she wanted them all.
The Dark Lady already had one of them, resting in the hands of her most powerful Selvetarm. The others lay in wait across the Planes. One, in the lower abyss, in the hands of a mortal enemy who perverted her own spiders against her. Two, in the heart of the City of Phlan. Another lay in the dragon horde of the fel drake Shimmergloom. The last was lost to the hands of an adventurer and sent into the heart of the Undermountain.
The fabulous Baneblades of Demron, suitably twisted to her purpose, would be a powerful force for her people—and she had just created the perfect lure. Meanwhile, the City of Phlan was already wreathed in flame.